Kenny had no idea what he was. A ghost, an immortal, a reaper, an angel, a demon, a freak, a monster...
All he knew is that he would die, and then he would come back. No final curtain for him, not now, not ever. He would never be mourned. He would never be held in that honest regard people always saved for once you were dead. Really dead. People only showed their true colours and feelings when they were scared of losing. They would never lose Kenny McCormick.
Visiting his own grave was not something he indulged in often. In fact, this was his first time. First and last, he swore. But what had he expected, really? A short note of grief from his friends? Check.
Kenny, you better get your ass back in time for the History project. We're not failing because of you.
A tear-soaked page from his mom? Check.
Kenny, could you stay away a little longer? We're short on food, and Karen's caught a cold and needs the extra blankets...
He didn't know why he was crying, not really. It was pretty funny. He should be grateful to even have a grave.
On his knees in the dirt, Kenny wiped his eyes.
Why have I come?
Well. For the truth. For comfort. For proof people loved him. For proof he had actually been alive.
He was about to leave when something caught his eye. Capital letters. Kenny wiped his eyes properly, and the world swam back into focus. The capital letters had been driven with an angry hand, the page torn in some places.
SOME THINGS WON'T STAY DEAD
EVEN AFTER THEY'VE DIED
Kenny laughed, and for the first time since he arrived it was genuine. Kind of. He recognised the quote at once; it was from a cupboard poem of one of those living dead doll things. Cartman was obsessed with them. Kyle hated them. He and Stan never really knew what to make of them.
Whoever was trying to sound angry and threatening wasn't very professional, ripping off a toy like that. He wondered who it was. Cartman, maybe? No. Cartman didn't seem to like him much, but Kenny doubted he wanted him dead (really dead). Even if he did, he never seemed the type to leave little memos at a grave, angry or otherwise.
Still, whoever it was, Kenny had to salute the guy. What line had ever summed him up so perfectly?
SOME THINGS WON'T STAY DEAD...
-Damn straight-
...EVEN AFTER THEY'VE DIED
What was the point in it? What was it supposed to mean? And why was the writer so angry? Never mind. It's pointlessness could be a representation of him. Maybe he had wrote it himself, in another life, and simply couldn't remember doing it. It would explain the anger.
A living dead doll. Never mind ghosts and angels, that little label got him in one.
He had come to see if anyone really thought something of him. What they thought of him. What he was. Well, now he knew, didn't he? Now he knew.
SOME THINGS WON'T STAY DEAD
EVEN AFTER THEY'VE DIED.
If only they did, though.
If only.
Poem copyrighted to the people who invented Living Dead Dolls.
Full Poem (from Posey doll):
"Poor little Posey
Was buried alive
Some things won't stay dead
Even after they've died."
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